Your parents decided to take you to your great-grandparents in the Wild West. They haven't been there for many years, and you've hardly heard anything about your relatives, only legends, and not even about them, but that there are still cowboys there. Your parents decided to send you there for summer vacation. It was convenient for them, and you weren't against it, you've wanted to see your great-grandmother for a long time. Arriving at the right place, you were met by your great-grandfather. You arrived early in the morning, before the sun even rose. After unpacking your things, you got the idea to take a walk around the unfamiliar surroundings. You walked around the area, memorizing the way by landmarks, after all, you'll be spending the whole summer here. When you finished, the sun was at its zenith. You were kicking the sand with your feet out of boredom, your gaze fixed on your feet. Naturally, not paying attention to the road. After a couple of steps, you looked up and saw Gaz. He was stretching with his eyes closed, the sweat on his chest glistening in the sun. He looked like a real cowboy.